Saturday, May 16, 2009

Recent, Trivial Observations

My sexy, red prom dress doesn't have a color swatch with it. I noticed on Wednesday, but didn't think it was very important until I learned I am helping with tux shopping.

While I have never followed a strict schedule of biking, walking, participating in gym class, eating healthy(ish)/my vitamins, and drinking lots of water, my loose enjoyment of those things makes the dress incredible on me.

Something that irritates me, though I know it's easier, is to call junior prom simply "prom."

To my great relief, it is very difficult to overcook KRAFT Macaroni & Cheese so long as there is still water in the pot.

Record players look waaaaaay more badass when surrounded by posters of bands that released on vinyl. Also, they're more BA than CD players.

Hannah reminds me of me from freshman year, but only in one, unfortunate regard.

Sarah and I haven't been in best regards recently, so it's killing me that I can't do anything to make her feel better.

I sent my email to the Smothers Brothers' publicist to hopefully convey my request for an interview, and I have no idea how to write a formal letter without sounding incredible pretentious.

Jeff is home!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Stockholm Syndrome

Today I biked to Emily's house for girl talk, and by definition, we talked about boobs, boys, and related activities. Talking to Emily, I wish I had more of a history. Her little brother, Jack, is really cute.

Monday, May 11, 2009

"Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious."
-Oscar Wilde

"I know not with which weapons world war 3 will be fought. But world war 4 will be fought with sticks and stones" - Albert Einstein

The only thing more frightening than nuclear apocalypse is the possibility of a zombie apocalypse following it.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Brick Stairs, Mornings, and Birds

In elementary school, before I left in the mornings, my dad and I would sit outside the kitchen on the brick stairway, whisper, and throw bread to the birds. Eventually, the sparrows became rather emboldened and would venture as far as the bottom step in search of yummies. My house faces W-NW, and because of this, the sun rises on the opposite side of the stairway, casting shadows over these encounters. Ambient lighting provided for a high degree of visibility, but not much brightness. In 6th grade, I came to a new school with new, significantly earlier time to get up in the morning and my dad and I wouldn't sit out on the stairs anymore. The birds don't come around so much anymore.

I miss reading

"if they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers."
-Gravity's Rainbow- Jeff

"i'll be there...with my uh...'pen'. Haha."
-Wasiq